Stolen

When there is no time afforded you have to steal some. Five casts. Fifty casts. Five hundred. Whatever it takes to make something out of another thing that you don’t rightfully have. One jump should suffice to bend it back in your favor.

When they say “0.00000000000000004,” they say it like it means nothing, but if I have a 9’6″ rod, that’s, like, a factor of 0.00000000000000036 difference between my hand and my rod tip. And a Spey rod….? I blame my tailing loop on quantum physics.